Goin' Home

Sayin’ goodbyes were hard again. Only six of us needed a lift to the airport. What we didn’t know was the forest fires and the morning fog closed the airport for three hours. Why did we hurry to get there? There were bicycles in the airport, but they belonged to the police. The weather changed my flying schedule and rearranged my getting home - I haven’t made it there yet. The land shuttle didn’t run that late at night to pick me up from St. Louis. I only had three flights to get to St. Louis last night. My dear sister and brother-in-law volunteered to pick me up and take me home tomorrow.

My good news is that I found my picture of Doug and Marg from the beach.